Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It's Time.

My car has been out of commission for quite some time. In fact, last summer on hiatus, I had every intention of taking it to get it fixed. I just can't be bothered to take it in, but I have reached the end of my rope.

I MUST get my window fixed ASAP. But I can't be without a car?!?!?! May have to wait until hiatus. Just 5 more weeks, 5 more weeks. Sorry to whoever rides with me out to the 'Bu next weekend for the Scneiderscanlanman wedding weekend extravaganza. You are S.O.L. if you sit behind the driver. No window for you!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Best. Weekend. Ever.

Last weekend was filled with fun, friends, sisters, surprises, cocktails and awkward moments. I wouldn't have it any other way. I turned 30 and celebrated in serious style.

It kicked off 30 days before my birthday, and each day leading up, someone from HS, UW, family or any random person called, texted, had a date with me, sent fun packages, flowers, etc. It was the best. My sister flew out here (I had no idea she was coming) and I also was joined by about 50 of my nearest and dearest to have some cocktails at The Den. My ladies surprised me with cupcake pops that were one of the best treats I have ever had. We drank, we laughed, we danced, I was hit on by a 21 year old young man who was on Spring Break (yeah, that happened). It was the perfect weekend. It was 80 and sunny. Yet the weekend wouldn't be complete without me ruining something of mine. Yup, that's right. I got the heel of one of my Louboutins stuck in a grate. I guess that brings reasons I shouldn't own nice things up to #472.

It's back to life and reality, but thanks to everyone who made the last month so incredible.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Two Dollar Bills...

My dad for as long as I can remember randomly sends me $2 bills in the mail. I received a package in the mail from him and Pat and he told me to open it before my birthday, which is Friday. Except not the card, I have to wait til my bday to open that one. Fair enough. In it was this...

Roses made out of 30 $2 bills. How cute are they? I know he certainly wasn't the one to make it. Hehehe. Or write on it. Probably better that way. He wasn't one for arts and crafts (except for that one time when I was in first grade and my mom was out of town and he DID MY ART PROJECT FOR ME while I was in the bath!). Ha. Too fun. Can't wait to celebrate with my friends.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I Want, I Want, I Want...

If anyone needs me on Thursday, I will be busy trying to locate this dress at a local H & M and begging the sales associate to so kindly put one aside for me to pick up after work.

I wish I had an assistant I could send there at 10 AM when they open. Want to know what is even better about this dress? It's $19.95. I will track one down. I will.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I Heart Tennis. It's No Secret.

I always have and I always will. Tonight, "60 Minutes" is featuring Bob and Mike Bryan, who are #1 in the world in doubles. I had the opportunity to go to my first (and only) professional tournament the summer of 1996. It was the RCAs in Indianapolis and the pro from our local club took a group of us down. I was SUPER amped to see Andre Agassi and I guess it was ok seeing Pete Sampras. He never really did much for me. Yeah, he was a great player, but he wasn't exciting. Except when he puked on the court in the 5th set in a long ass US Open match in the late 90's. I am getting off track. We had the pleasure of meeting the Bryan Brothers at this tournament. It was just before they were to start at Stanford and were just getting a taste for the professional world. They are not hard on the eyes, at least they weren't for a 16 year old girl. Cheesy? Maybe. Hotter because they are good at tennis? Absolutely.

Well, I tend to think that asking out twins is fun (see: Evan and Jaron, 2000 at Gamma Phi Beta- Leslie Klepak egged me on). I walked right up to Bob Bryan (because I can always decide which twin or multiple is cuter within an instant) and I gave him my number at the hotel we were staying and told him to call me. HA! Um, Ingrid, he had a match the next day. Was he really going to party? And with some random chick whose head and feet were too big for her body. I will try to find the picture I took with him and scan it in to share with you. Too funny.

Anyways, happy to see these boys have been doing so well. They've won all the majors, are a staple in Davis Cup play (with my current fave Rod-dick) and seem to be fun boys. I can't wait to tune in to "60 Minutes" tonight, er, watch it on my DVR when I have nada going on.

Happy Spring!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Awards Shows...

And we came to the end of another awards season. I generally love awards shows for the red carpet alone. I don't pay close attention to quite a few of the ceremonies. I must say though, I was a tad bit underwhelmed with this year's Academy Awards. Both gowns and jewels. I thought a lot of ladies looked good. But no one made me gasp. Except this little tartlet:

Katra has blogged about her style, poise and elegance before here. I couldn't agree more. Sigh. She really just gets it. Isn't it funny to think that in "Mean Girls" (2004) Lindsay Lohan was the star and the one to watch? Not so much the case anymore. Both Rachel Mc and Amanda Seyfried have really proved they have it. La Loca does not.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Reason #471 Why I Shouldn't Have Nice Things...

Libby went to get her nails did this weekend, courtesy of her mujer Dana (thank you muj!). Ok, I'll stop referring to my Ibiza Nails alter ego in the 3rd person because it's equally as annoying typing as it is reading it. I sat down to settle in to my mani/pedi chair and set my bag on the ground next to my flip flops. I leaned over to grab my glasses to read a mag and in the process knocked over my "Vodka and Caviar" red polish onto the floor. Keep in mind that THIS was on the floor:

The bottle SHATTERED and red nail polish went EVERYWHERE. And I am not exaggerating. It looked like horror movie blood. The back of my purse was covered in my favorite shade. I sat there motionless. Partly because I was embarrassed because everyone was staring and partly because I couldn't believe that had just happened. I could give a flying f*$% about my flip flops. Those are disposable. I was concerned about my bag. This little lady ran over and started to clean up so I dove for my purse because if SOMEONE was going to eff it up, I wanted it to be me, not her. BUT with my luck, no e-speak-a the language so when I told her I wanted to clean it, she went ahead and started wiping the back of my purse down and smearing the red polish. I stopped breathing and was screaming in my head, "YOU IDIOT!" But she then ran a cloth over it that I assume had nail polish remover on it that magically made the smears disappear. Can't be great for the leather, but whatever. It's better than walking around with a nail polish stained purse. You can barely see where it happened, thank goodness.

I also shamefully threw up on my Louboutins the first time I wore them. And I didn't know (aka remember) til the next morning. S-M-R-T, I know. Patent leather is key. Wipes right off. Makes me re-think having nice things though. Not sure how long that sentiment will last but it will make me think twice!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Add More ING To Your Life

A publishing house sent this book to a co-worker to pitch for the show...

And I think EVERYONE needs a little more ING(rid) in their life. Actually good advice too, not just a play on my nickname. Now if we could just photoshop my face onto this book cover.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

1986

You know how you hear a song and it INSTANTLY puts you at a certain time in your life? My last post was about music, and those songs do that to me too, but I am going to take you WAY back. I distinctly remember waking up to a song in 1986. It was the first few weeks of 1st grade and I was AMPED about my new pink Dream Machine alarm clock. It looked something like this:

It was a rainy morning and my AM/FM radio alarm clock went off and Steve Winwood's "Higher Love" was playing. I also remember hearing a lot of Phil Collins/Genesis as well on good old WIXX 101.1.

Strange and random, I know.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Maroon 5

I am the kind of person who can listen to a song over and over and OVER again and rarely tire of it. I generally feel this way about Maroon 5. So much that every time my friend Patrick from college hears Maroon 5, he texts me without missing a beat. 2 of their songs, "She Will Be Loved" and "I Won't Go Home Without You" are songs that make me swoon. Swoon.

They're due for a new CD to come out soon. Their last one came out when I was living with Marissa, and she made me that CD and I don't think I took it out of my cd player in my car for about a year. No joke.

Let's get on it, Adam Levine, I need new Maroon 5 in mi vida!

PS- Shout out to Cravens who introduced the 11th floor of the Embassy to Maroon 5 after a weekend at Iowa State (?) in 2002.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Things Not To Do in Vegas

Went to Las Wegas (as I like to call it) to celebrate Dana the weekend before last and had a blast. We danced our asses off, were summoned by Mr. Charles Barkley (Taco Bell rapper extraordinaire) to his VIP area at Tao, natch, drank a little, ate a little, and gave Dana a proper Vegas bachelorette party. TOO FUN. I can't wait to see the photos. I didn't take a single one. Both a good thing and a bad thing.

I should know better than to take my shoes off at a club in Vegas. Broken glass anyone? I stayed safe Friday night and managed to just have the bottom of my feet turn black while walking down Las Vegas Blvd looking for a cab barefoot. No cuts or blood there! Saturday night was a different story. I was dancing around our little nook we had at the club sans shoes, because let me tell you, at 2 AM, those shoes don't feel quite as hot as they did at 10 PM. I managed to jump on a pile of broken glass. Yup, that's right. One of the other bacheloretters helped me dislodge the pieces. The smart thing to do would be to put my shoes back on because god knows what is on those floors. But I didn't. I continued to dance with an open wound and then proceeded to traipse across the really clean casino carpeted floor into the elevator and up to the room. No wonder it's still sore.

Lesson learned. Won't do that again. But loved my time in Vegas with the Bride-to-Be!